I look for you in a crowd of lips
they all taste the same, really
yours would have, too
I bend over your flame
you twist me into something new
I am your friend- – –
I am your friend.
a thousand, thousand houses all lined up
and I sleep in the cold
it’s easy to melt and sear
metal cutthroat for a- – –
but it hurts to write softly
I am ice cold
you are a ghost of a volcano
rupture, burn, break, crack
why are you so quiet, mountain?
I look for you in a crowd of lips
they all taste the same, really
yours would have, too
yours might have, too
Written By: June Rossaert
About The Author
June Rossaert
June Rossaert is a Vanier alumnus who studied as a Communications student at Vanier, with a background in Visual Arts and Cinema from the Saint-Hyacinthe Cegep. She is an aspiring novelist, poet and screenwriter hoping to obtain a degree in creative writing and literature. Her parents, one might be surprised to hear, are rather supportive of her chosen field, perhaps because they have yet to lose hope that she will eventually earn enough money to survive on her own, and her friends are simply blind optimists. June Rossaert is, essentially, a hopeless nerd with a passion for the written word which she desperately hopes to transfer through her works.
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